While surfing around, I was drawn into Asian Abuse. Growing up as asian kids, we all have been abused by our parents one way or the other. Some experienced it physically, mentally or even both. Don’t give me wrong, I love my mother to death but growing up with her was not easy at all. She would not let anyone put his/her hands on me even my own father; however, she put a lot of pressure on me mentally. My father was not around so she raised my sister and I on her own. She put lots of hope on my shoulder. She wanted me to accomplished what she didn’t get a chance to do. She would sacrifice anything in order for me to get an education. She made me feel guilty if I didn’t do good in school. I felt extremely depressed when she compared me with my cousins. She would always said, “Look at your cousins, one makes 60 thousands a year, one makes 80 thousands a year and you can’t even get a good grade.” Mom, did you know that I was hurt inside when you said, “Look at so and so, they listen to their parents. I am so unfortunate to have a son that not only don’t listen but also talk back to me.” I just wanted to expressed how I feel mom. There was no such thing as communication. Parents talk, kids listen, and that’s it. Until this day, she still treats me as a 12 years old kid but she finally understands and accepts me the way that I am and not someone like my cousins or the good kids who always listened to their parents. Our relationship is much better now then the way it used to be. I know that you will always love me and want what is best for me so you didn’t do all that stuff intentionally to hurt me. So I don’t blame you mom and I will always love you.

Haven’t heard from my aunt from Virginia for a while. She called me last night complimented on D3studio.net. I was flattered that she was inspired by my work and wanted to create a site for herself. She asked me to help her get started. I was so excited that one of my family member read my site. To be honest, I did not expect any readers to this site. The purpose of this blog was to put down my thoughts, inspiration, frustration, and most important of all, to improve my English skills. Being out of school over a year, I haven’t written any papers or essays, and my English is just getting worse and worse. It’s not like my English was good to begin with. There are tons of grammatical errors all over the site although I try to clean up as much as possible. I remembered back in the days when I first started designed my first site. I had a mentor from Upward Bound Program that would read my stuff and emailed back with grammatical corrections. Sort of of like going to a writing center to have an English professor proofreads your paper but it was better because the corrections came right on my computer and I didn’t have to go anywhere. Thanks Mrs. Tien! I never had a chance to take you out to eat. You were a great mentor. Please email me if you stop by my site. I really missed you and would like to keep in touch with you.

Spent my Friday evening and Saturday morning working on the nfsahc site. I was planning to go back to Lancaster to see my family but decided to stay at the last minute after recieved an email from my client. I was waiting for the contents for almost two weeks. I am very excited about this project because my client is very flexible and trusted me completely with the design aspects although we never met before. This project was refered from my past client (lfee). We only communicate through emails. I am pleased to established a trusting relationship with my clients. It makes my job much easier and the outcome is much smoothier. Ok, enough about work. let’s move on to something else.

My car was having a bad day yesterday. She was ticketed from Vassar. What the hell? I work for them and they ticketed my baby for parking violation. They expect me to walk to work or something. I will call off work next time if I can’t find a parking space for my baby. While parked her on the street infront of my apartment, some dumbass motherfucker hit her on the driver side mirror and drove off. Came out today and noticed the mirror was crooked and cracked. According to the Vietnamese superstition, something bad will happened if your mirror is cracked or broken. Since my whole life is a drama, will see what would be worse going to happened to me.

Finally got my lazy ass to the grocery store today after eating hot dogs and rice for the past three days. I am telling ya, ain’t nuttin’ better than burnt hot dogs dipped in Vietnamese spicy sauce with half cooked rice and finish off the meal with some Alize. Because of lacking of sleep for the past couple of days, I was passed the fuck out this afternoon after drinking Alize. It was a good deep four hours nap. After grocery shopping, I stopped by Barnes and Noble to check out some new books. Couldn’t control myself, I ordered a large Caramel Frappacino. Damn it was heaven but I will be up all night with all that caffeine. It’s all good though cuz I got three movies from Vassar library: Chinatown, Psycho and Platoon. Yeah! I am a classic freak.